Canteen System Assistance Notes

He added, "The Shandong base has already set up a monitoring station.

Last year, we collected more than 50 secret texts, and the decryption system was effective: after optimizing the algorithm, a lot of computing power was saved, and now we can get the plain text within 5 minutes.

"The Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs' code is more difficult. They have four wiring combinations and four sets of hand-encrypted codebooks. It will take some time to crack it."

Everyone laughed in frustration, as the Japanese were known for their code security. Soon, someone asked, "What about our main opponent, the Japanese Army? Oh, and what about the Nationalist Army?"

"The Japanese Army used a three-way codebook combination, with three fixed replacement patterns. It's just a matter of adjusting the order. It's pretty simple. Their problem is that they have too little radio communication, so orders are basically transmitted by shouting. We have a small sample base, so deciphering is a big problem." Zhu Wenlin put the PPT on the last page. "As for cracking the Nationalist Army's codes, our team is now handing it off to the newcomers as homework...

"Well, everyone, we plan to launch the new generation of the 'One-Click Deciphering Pass' app next month. It will then be distributed to the Radio Department through the various military sub-districts."

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When someone livens up the atmosphere, everyone is happy to talk more.

After Zeng Mian and Zhu Wenqi presented their codebreaking report on behalf of the Cipher Group, Zhang Rui, a radio expert from the Industrial Standards Bureau, and Wang Shiguang took the podium. They didn't bring tea or coffee, but each held a bottle of Merlin Coke.

"The digital radio jointly developed by our two groups is progressing smoothly. The first batch of products has been sent to the troops for trial use. I am responsible for the software, and Shiguang is responsible for the hardware."

Zhang Run placed something about the size of a brick on the table. "This is a squad radio, basic equipment for the platoon leader. No, calling it a radio isn't quite right; a walkie-talkie would be better. It only provides ultra-short wave voice communication and can be used handheld or with a headset. It's compatible with both wired and wireless modes, and a single charge provides up to 24 hours of use. As for range, it's 3 kilometers in plains, and only 700 to 800 meters in mountainous terrain. However, the troops have reported that this distance is sufficient.

"The battalion and company-level units have shortwave capability, with switch functionality, allowing them to control wired communications. Using their built-in antennas, they can reach 20 kilometers on plains. However, to send shortwave, an external antenna is required...

"Are all the signals digitized?" Zeng Mian asked. "If they are not, our new 'public-private key' password won't work, and it won't work with the framework system created by Tu Mujiang."

"Because the squad- and platoon-level radios are only used for intercoms, the signals are still analog. However, digital battalion and company-level radios can send voice signals to them to implement commands. If digital signals were used at the squad- and platoon-level, the internal battery would only last 12 hours at the same system weight. The troops believe that talk time is more important."

Wang Shiguang first answered Zeng Mian's question. This expert in electromechanical and analog electronics, who is as rare as a giant panda, immediately became humorous:

"Using analog signals only means that division-level and above commanders can't command squads and platoons. Our commander isn't that old man Jiang, so he shouldn't be micromanaging us, right?"

Everyone burst into laughter. Chiang Kai-shek's numerous micromanipulations during the February Incident were transparent to them. Even those who hadn't participated in the Long March probably knew the bald man's temper. "How could that be possible! Company orders were sent down to the platoon, and how much operational breadth could the platoon have? The platoon leader yelled, and everyone heard it!"

"Anyway, while the production of these things essentially relies on 'special channels,' the performance improvement is simply too significant to pass up. According to our plan, from the battalion and company levels upwards, all radios will use digital signals, seamlessly integrating with the previously widely distributed 'auto-keys.'"

Zhang Run and Wang Shiguang put the equipment away and made a final summary. "The Military Commission's goal is to distribute these radios to platoon leaders. Except for a small number of specialized units, battalions and companies will each have a portable radio requiring three people. Regiments and divisions will each have a division-level device. The specifications of these two devices are essentially the same, differing only in transmission power and frequency bandwidth."

"And the military-level regional network center station requires three trucks to carry it. Developing that device, and even more advanced devices, requires not only close collaboration between our R&D team and the electronics factory, but also the coordination of Professor Tu."

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"Not only us and the electronics factory, this project also requires the assistance of the Military Commission and the border region government."

The atmosphere in the meeting hall became serious. Apart from the "Radio Frequency Antenna and Radio Detection" project carried out by Li Qiang, who presided over the meeting, among the projects of the black technology department, Tu Mujiang's "Digital Map and Command System Framework" was the most "black", the most difficult to understand, and the most fascinating.

This project team consumed a lot of talent, even more than the other two project teams combined. Compared with the products of the other project teams that occasionally make an appearance, this "system framework" project is like a reef hidden underwater, silent and rarely seen.

Carpenter Tu didn't say anything about the work. He just showed the drink cup in his hand. The cup was smooth from the outside, but if you looked down from the rim, you could see a handle extending from the wall to the inside of the cup, as if it was installed upside down. The former Frunze Military Communications School graduate sighed.

"There are so many bugs! It's so troublesome to fix them. Sometimes, I can't figure out whether our framework reports errors because of bugs or is able to run because of bugs. When I fix one, sometimes five or six new ones will pop up.

"Every time we release a stable version, we test it in the production environment, and all sorts of weird issues pop up. Even Commander-in-Chief Zhu gave us a lot of feedback. I gave everyone in the development team a troublesome 'bug' teacup and told them to keep a log and record it, so they don't have to spend ages searching for bugs later."

After expressing his feelings, Carpenter Tu walked up to the podium. He clicked on a database file, and a large amount of data spread out from top to bottom like a waterfall, causing the computer, which was originally used as a cash register, to freeze for a moment.

"Now, the latest stable version of the system has been submitted to the Central Military Commission for approval. It is the 18th stable version and no major problems have occurred so far.

"It can handle the concurrent needs of more than 10 terminals, utilizing the 'theater network node station' and geodetic positioning enhancement station to achieve positioning with an accuracy of approximately 100 meters within a specific range. It transmits relevant data in a standard information format and displays it on an electronic map. It also provides functions such as communication relay, statistical analysis, task allocation, and status monitoring..."

"Currently, the Military Commission has stated that the system framework has basically met the requirements of the first phase and is in line with Comrade Xiao Liu's information, so it can be put online for trial use."

Chapter 417 Wang Shunfeng has to go to the market

(Update)

If that immature system with insufficient functions represents the direction of the future, Wang Shunfeng's breakfast today represents the present.

There were two plates on the table at home, one with two buckwheat cakes, and the other with two buckwheat cakes. One of them was fried with green onions and sesame seeds, and was a sweet cake; the other one had a crispy shell fried in oil, and the unique purple color of "purple sweet potato flour" was faintly revealed.

Anyone who has tasted them knows that the aroma of these two pancakes seems to be soaked in oil and seeps out from the two ceramic plates. Whether it is salty or sweet, it will always tempt you to take another bite and eat it whole, without leaving any residue.

Therefore, there is a small dish of pickled leeks on the table in Shunfeng's house, which serves as a side dish to adjust the taste of breakfast.

"So, Dad, since you bought the pancakes anyway, why don't you just eat them outside?" Wang Shunfeng chewed on the sweet pancake. "The pancakes are cold when I carry them back. They won't taste good if I reheat them." "You stupid kid, just eat yours. What are you so disgusted with?"

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Wang Shunfeng is a truck driver working in the northwest passage of the border area. He recently completed another transportation mission and returned to the border area with a batch of strange goods. In the past, the goods were all sealed with the lead seals of the Eighth Route Army, but this time the seals were those of the New Fourth Army, with a big anchor pattern painted on them, which was very strange.

However, as a qualified driver, he knew exactly what to ask and what not to ask. Wang Shunfeng delivered the supplies along Zhongwei Road to Qingtongxia. After handing the crates over to the transport team inside the base, he was given a week's vacation to go home and see his father.

"Did you finish eating?"

"I'm done eating, Dad." Wang Shunfeng answered honestly.

Although the blue-plate truck he drives now can carry 10,000 kilograms of cargo, which is much more impressive than the sheepskin raft his father used to drive. But his father is still his father, and with a single order,

You still have to be obedient.

Besides, Dad was now a "regular employee." It was said that a few years ago, he joined the Eighth Route Army's work team to ferry people across the Yellow River in Shanxi Province. He came back complaining that sheepskin rafts and flat-bottomed wooden boats were not "powerful enough." He then signed up with the agricultural government and started driving a motorboat instead.

"Dress smartly, we're going to the market today." "Okay."

Wang Shunfeng put away the dishes, shouldered his shoulder bag, and put on his clean jacket over his shirt. Even without the identification badge, the two-way denim jacket issued by the truck team still looked like a neat, high-end T-shirt. He wore brown sneakers and a white and light-cyan shirt. If he'd gotten some hair wax, he'd look like a true "artsy youth."

"Where are your black glasses?"

"Ah? That?" Wang Shunfeng was stunned for a moment, then pulled out a pair of time-traveling Tom Cruise M sunglasses from his bag. These were labor protection supplies issued to all drivers by the fleet's logistics department to protect against the scorching ultraviolet rays in the northwest region. "What are you going to do with these?" "Put them on when I tell you to."

"oh...…"

Wang Shunfeng, who is good at driving cars but not so good at thinking about his father, doesn't know why he has to dress like a movie star just to go to a big market.

The father and son left the house. The new roof, renovated with the help of the village committee and the army, shone beautifully in the sunlight. Old Wang locked the house and stopped a moped leaving the village. Coincidentally, the cart was pulling a load of dried corn cobs to the market fifteen miles outside the village, so he could catch a ride.

The father and son leaned against a sack of corncobs, watching their village gradually recede, chatting intermittently.

"What's the matter?" Old Wang was scratching his hand uncomfortably, unable to smoke over a dry corncob. Wang Shunfeng saw this and pulled out a round mint candy from his bag and handed it to his father. "What's the matter?" "Dad seemed to be in a better mood after getting the candy."

"There's a breakfast shop over there at the regular market. Why do you have to buy pancakes, Dad?" As a driver, he often doesn't have the chance to cook for himself. Like the workers, it's his habit to eat breakfast outside.

He reminisced and began recommending delicious food to his father. "There's a place selling malt noodles at the big market at Yellow River No. 12 Cooperative. Have you ever tried it, Dad? I used to deliver goods there. A whole truck of crocodiles would arrive at the big market early in the morning. After unloading the goods, the people in the team would squat on the roadside and eat the malt noodles from that place."

The noodle chef cooked noodles for us drivers on a small cart. The noodles had a mutton base. We could eat one bowl at a time and then just put the bowl down and leave. It was delicious and convenient. Dad, you don’t know, there were actually some mutton fat in the topping, and it was served with fried potatoes. Slurp, slurp, slurp…”

Just when Wang Shunfeng's mind was filled with the delicious mutton soup, crispy mutton fat, and fragrant potatoes, Old Wang glared at him. Just this one look made Wang Shunfeng return to his good boy state. "Eat, eat, eat, that's all you know! Luckily I bought four pancakes after class yesterday. If people saw a roadside driver squatting on the side of the road eating noodles and wiping his mouth with his sleeve, just imagine how they would look at you!"

What's wrong with squatting on the roadside and eating noodles? I was sitting in the back of a truck drinking Coke on Northwest Highway!

Wang Dingfeng was becoming increasingly confused about his father. Ever since he had attended the Eighth Route Army's motorboat training class, his father's temper had become increasingly "strange." Perhaps it was because he felt nervous about being surrounded by young people and not being able to keep up with their learning abilities?

That's about it. I didn't expect Dad to be so ambitious—Wang Shunfeng was actually somewhat relieved. His father, who had previously locked himself up at home, fearing he would die in the battlefield, would have had similar thoughts. The power-assisted cart, belching black smoke, quickly arrived at Cooperative No. 12, located on the bank of the Yellow River. After thanking the driver, father and son headed towards the market.

It was a very noisy and crowded place.

Because of the Eighth Route Army's "low tax rate, high procurement" policy, many farmers in the border areas were able to earn money by selling crops and working. If these money were not spent...

They are just some colorful pieces of paper and will lose the trust of the people.

Therefore, "big markets" supported by the Eighth Route Army commercial system began to appear in many places.

Here, farmers can buy wrought iron hoes and steel-mouthed iron plows produced by Fujin Iron Works, as well as pesticides and fertilizers produced by Huinong Agricultural Corporation and Xinyongli.

You can also buy seeds that have been treated to keep them alive and to eliminate insects, to help

They can use the cash to buy daily necessities such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, soap, tea, etc. They can also buy some "curtain cloth rolls" with a width of up to 2.5 meters to sew new clothes or mend old clothes.

With improved living conditions in recent years, even more fashionable farmers have set their sights on the pricey "long leather down jackets" sold at Yongchang Cooperative. When farmers in North China buy clothes, their first priority is an overcoat that can serve as a quilt, a coat, and winter gear. This strange traditional custom means that in the winter in the border regions, farmers can be seen wearing bright down jackets, thick cotton hats, suede snow boots, and straw sandals underneath, heading out for banquets. Today, a tall banner reading "Winter is gone, spring is here, end-of-season clearance" was erected in front of the Yongchang Cooperative's counter, and a large crowd was gathering there, ready to grab a bargain on clothes.

"Dad, what should we buy today?"

Shunfeng looked at the bustling market and briefly considered the possible situations: Although Yongchang Cooperative was having a sale today, he had already bought winter clothes for his father before the New Year, so there was no need for more. Since his father and he were both salaried workers, the land allocated to our family had been transferred to the cooperative for cultivation, so there was no need to buy agricultural supplies. The family also had almost all the necessary supplies, such as needles and thread, firewood, rice, oil, and salt...

He saw vendors hawking fried potato chips and mutton-oil tea, and a stall selling stuffed rice noodle soup surrounded by customers. Ah, the chef selling malt-filled noodles didn't come today.

Otherwise, I can eat this with my dad at noon.

But at this moment, Old Wang had already walked over to a stall, and without even bargaining, he waved his hand and paid a few cents, and bought a plastic flower, a rose.

? ? ?

"You hold it and follow me closely."

? ? ?

"Wait, Dad, hey, Dad, where are you going?" "Hey, you dead kid, follow me!"

Old Wang walked towards the market with his head down. Even though his arms, which had been paddling and steering for years, were now powerful and had his father's irrefutable aura, Wang Shunfeng, who was in his early 20s, was dragged by his father across the entire market and finally arrived at a row of earthen houses.

This seemed to be the office of the Yellow River No. 12 Cooperative. The bustle of the market had died down considerably by this point, and there were fewer people around. Old Wang, seemingly a stranger to the area, led Wang Shunfeng along with him, turning left and right, until they arrived outside a dirt enclosure.

He knocked on the door and pushed Wang Shunfeng in. "Hey, Dad, what are you doing to me?"

The earthen enclosure was quite spacious. Wang Shunfeng stumbled into the door and looked up to find a dozen men and women sitting in the courtyard, chatting and eating melon seeds around a table. There was also light music playing around them. When he fell, the slightly shy, timid and sunny girls and boys present all turned their heads to look at him.

"Oh! Wang Shunfeng, right? I'm Zhao Huafeng, the host of this social gathering. You can just call me Teacher Zhao. The social gathering is about to start, come and sit down!" Wait, social gathering? What?"

Wang, squinting against the wind, suddenly looked up and saw a banner hanging on the courtyard's mud wall. Affixed to it were the words "Yellow River Shipbuilding Institute Union Youth Association." Father Bian's voice drifted through the gate like the drifting northwest wind: "You young people value free love, right? It just so happens there's a social gathering here... You're not a child anymore, and there aren't even any female cats in that truck fleet. Dad has found you a great opportunity..."

"Oh my god, little classmate! The way you're dressed today is really amazing!"

Several strong young boatmen came over, picked up Wang Shunfeng, and pressed him into the seat next to the young man. "Today, you have to perform well!

Chapter 418: Okamura Neiji's Research

Let's rewind a bit, back to the beginning of 1941, when the Japanese army had defeated Tang Keqin's troops. "Grain collection in eastern Shandong... Advisory proposal on the enemy situation in Suimeng area..."

"Report on the Water and Food Rationing Situation in 1949...Strategy for the Development of Logistics Operations in 1950..."

At his desk in Tieshishi Hutong, Okamura Yasuji sat on the yellow cloth embroidered bubble cushion left by his former superior, Itagaki Seishirō, reading the summary reports submitted by his subordinates.

He spent more than six hours a day immersed in this pile of information, and this had been going on for a month, so much so that the joke spread throughout North China Front Army headquarters that the new commander, Okamura, lived on books. "Report on the Rectification of Public Security in the Eastern Hebei Region... What, what is this?"

"Please ask Deputy Commander Arimoe to come over here for a moment." He picked up the phone on the table, shook it, and ordered. But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong, "Forget it, call Tanabe-kun as well."

After launching the Henan Campaign and largely annihilating the 89th Division of the Tang Army, nearly all Nationalist troops in Henan, with the exception of the Luoyi area, were forced into a frenzied flight. Newly appointed General Okamura Yasuji strictly ordered his troops not to pursue recklessly or exploit their gains. Instead, he teamed up with his old colleagues, the 11th Central China Army, to launch a meticulous search and plunder operation along the Henan section of the Pinghan Line.

This was because Tang's army was very good at helping the people "fortify the walls and clear the fields", but was completely incompetent at transporting supplies quickly and in an orderly manner. The large-scale and organized Japanese army quickly took away the food and goods that Tang's army had not had time to transport along the railway.

After Okamura Yasuji solved the urgent problems of the army, he had the foundation to start his second fire.

He began to look through the information left by the previous commander, Itagaki Seishirō, and soon he found some interesting things, such as the "reinforced squad".

This concept originated from Sakagami's legacy of "Mixed Brigade to Division" plans: a supersized squad equipped with six light machine guns and six grenade launchers, led by a veteran who had served beyond his term and supported by intensive training. Previous tests had shown that this unit could defeat company-level Red Army guerrillas and escape attacks from battalion-level Red Army local forces, or hold out until friendly forces arrived. It was a very powerful unit.

This powerful force came at a high cost: such a unit would consume many experienced junior non-commissioned officers. At its peak, a battalion could only produce five. If such a unit was spent in North China for a long time, it might not even be able to produce three. Furthermore, after removing such a unit, the original battalion would almost lose the ability to launch any offensive operations.

Itagaki Seishirō intended to deploy this type of force in infiltration raids and decapitation raids against the base, aiming to achieve his goal in a single battle, destroying the Red Army's command structure and throwing it into chaos, thus facilitating the subsequent encirclement by the main force. Okamura Yasuji carefully studied many battle examples and came to the conclusion that:

Such a method of warfare is a complete waste of manpower.

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Elite soldiers should obviously be used in more critical areas. They always hope to replicate the legend of the Battle of Okehazama, but how can that be a replicable experience?

Furthermore, Mr. Sakagami, your intelligence gathering regarding the Red Army's troubled areas is flawed. Without accurate intelligence guidance, how can such a small unit possibly achieve miracles? Furthermore, if one unit were lost, the entire brigade's combat capability would be significantly reduced. How would we then defend that area stretching tens of kilometers?

But after all, these reinforced teams have already been formed, and Okamura Neiji didn't feel comfortable completely overturning Sakagami's idea.

He decided to change the way they were used. Using the connections he had made during his previous tenure, Fengcun found the Army's Military Research Department News Squad and, through some connections, secured a hundred or so reporters. Okamura Neiji incorporated reporters into various units, selecting those with Army experience to form "reinforced squads," thus beginning a new form of "contact warfare."

He ordered all units to cooperate with these reinforced teams. Whenever a reinforced team took action, it must be protected by the division's or regiment's mountain and field artillery several kilometers behind it, and all units needed to launch coordinated attacks - it didn't matter if they couldn't fight after the non-commissioned officers were withdrawn, they could just pretend - there was no need to actually achieve any results anyway.

In short, Okamura hoped to use such a bluffing attack to attract the main force of the Eighth Route Army, which was unpredictable and elusive.

If they succeeded in attracting their attention and the enemy launched a large-scale offensive, the combat units stationed in the rear could make a tactical detour, outflanking the Red Army and severely inflicting a heavy blow. If the enemy was attracted but had no chance to make a detour, the various units could retreat back to the Japanese-controlled area under the protection of heavy artillery fire, without suffering any losses. And if the enemy was not attracted, these reinforced teams would launch short, deep attacks to destroy the villages surrounding the base...

It didn't matter if the resources were consumed, or if the Red Army figured out this new tactic. Okamura didn't plan on coming much anyway. As long as the battle began, the reporters at the forefront could help photograph, identify, and even seize valuable Red Army weapons, equipment, uniforms, and clothing. This would be used to assess the true combat effectiveness of the Eighth Route Army. No matter how well you hijacked intelligence within your base, the troops' true strength would always be revealed when they engaged in real combat.

"Our army was extravagant and grand, and many imperial soldiers died bravely, which is why we were able to obtain so much firsthand intelligence."

Chief of Staff Moritake Tanabe and Deputy Chief of Staff Seizo Arisue finally arrived at Okamura Yasuji's office. As soon as they entered, Okamura Yasuji caught them both and gave them a beating. He threw the "Report on the Rectification of Public Security in the Hebei-Eastern Region" in front of the two top-notch staff officers and shouted at them.

"What do you mean? The situation improved immediately after the 27th Division returned. Within a few days, there was no trace of the Red Army around Tianjin. The Red Army in eastern Hebei, which took the initiative while the 27th Division was fighting in Henan Province, would they just sit there like wooden stakes and let us wipe them out? There are no Red Army troops around Tianjin. The area around Tianjin has always been controlled by the Imperial Army!"

Okamura angrily picked up his peaked cap and threw it back on the table: "The 27th Division Headquarters is so good! They even boasted in their reports that the Communist Army dared not confront our army head-on, and always attacked our weak points. Although their destruction was great, their advantage was their large numbers, and they gathered in the mountains and forests. In a head-on confrontation, the Imperial Army would definitely win." - A bastard! Forget about Li Desheng and Zhu Yujie of the Eighth Route Red Army, even Zhao Baosen in the Jidong area, would he fight the Imperial Army head-on?

"The battlefield is not sumo!"

"I'm deeply sorry, Commander. It was my fault for allowing this report to pass through your review and appear before you!"

If the superior is angry and wants to criticize, and if it's justified, then stand at attention and accept the criticism. Tanabe Shigetake was the first to bow and admit his fault, followed by Yumi Jingsan with a 60-degree bow. Recently, the North China Army headquarters has become a bit arrogant - the unprecedented victory in the Henan Province campaign has wiped out the continuous defeats against the Eighth Route Red Army in recent years, so much so that there is a sense of extremes leading to the opposite effect. The atmosphere in the staff really needs to be rectified.

"However, gentlemen, I haven't called you here simply to lecture you. We have come to North China to create new victories for the Empire." Okamura's tone softened again. "I need your wisdom."